My hoodies became my Kleenex, and I vividly remember the empty, gaping pit I felt inside my stomach when I sat on the living room floor at night, rocking myself back and forth, trying to understand, “Why?”.

3:00 a.m. drunken escapades in karaoke bars started to become my new normal. As a daughter of Christ, I had to ask myself, "How did I get here?".